God of Music

Beijing Shoodoo Airport, VIP lounge. It was a thankful place where celebrities and celebrities could relax for a little while.

It was loud and relaxing with classical music.

[Thank you, but I want you to do this.]

[Aigoo, another red letter.]

[You need us to make a move!!]

[… ugh.]

Maybe it's a group of men and women that are blocked by the human wall. With an awkward smile, Minji shrugged her shoulders. Desperately building a wall of bodyguards, Kang Jung Joo, and managers were desperate to take a shot at Minjin Seo.

[Thank you for your seriousness!! But from here...!!]

[I know, I know. I know. I'll only hold your hand once.]

[You shouldn't do this. It becomes the lungs of others.]

[Get away from that tall guy!!]

A Chinese man in a hat reached out to Kang Kyung-joon and his bodyguard. Min Jin-seo freaked out and retreated. It was a situation that was neither this nor that.

[Hey, stop. Stop!!]

Security and security are on the move. Polar fans did not try to back off easily, but there was no action in front of the public.

They were stopped by the public and placed in the corner of the VIP lounge.

Minjin Seo's group is surrounded by a wall built by security guards and public security. Then Min Jin-seo takes the rest of the party.

"Well done. Thank you, brother. It's hard, isn't it?"

I wiped the sweat off Kang Joon's forehead and brought him a drink. Everyone was trying like this. I'm sorry.

He gasped as he breathed.

"Maybe I should ask for more people. I think something's gonna happen if we keep going like this."

"It's okay, please. Brother."

I said it was okay, but I didn't think it would work like this.

Everywhere I went, the polar fans were growing rapidly and became lungs around me. Chinese-rich polarity fans followed the VIP lounge as well as the first class.

"I'm glad I made 10% of the famous bullet... but this isn't good."

"Next time, I'll only get three percent."

"You have to. Like hell."

Kang standard and Min Jin-seo tried to ease the hard heart with humor a little.

I have achieved 10% on the Chinese market, which is rated well over 1% of the audience… and it is not unusual for the number of polar fans to grow. Not to mention past MG status.

'But what about their personal lives?'

Is it time to start worrying about other people? '

Yes, but...

Since Min Jin-seo was worried about even the polar fans, Kang Ji-kyun grabbed his forehead.

As the commotion subsided, Minji leaned his head against the wall.

"I'm going to sleep a little."

"Okay. Want some churning?"

"No, I don't think I can change in there anyway."

"You should be comfortable on the plane. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. How do you stop people from voting and following you?"

"... should I ask for a private jet?" "

"Brother."

Minji's eyes became sharp. After all, this is the world mistress.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

"You don't have a car right now. The house is still the same, but it's a private plane."

"I know, I know. I'm kidding.That's what the chairman does."

Kang told me to ask for Min Jin-seo. Anyway, I was scared at this time.

Alternating between Min Jin-seo who was leaning against the wall and the polar fans over the public, Kang Ji-kyun grumbled.

"I wish I had a private jet for those things."

"Thank you."

"Let me know if you need anything else."

Kang Yun, who received the note, bowed his head to the stewardess. The stewardess smiled and returned to her seat.

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Dancers, bands, lights...

I took out my laptop with my resume of staff and cast members after the concert. I started working by checking audition videos and resumes. The music from the video did not come from the light, so I could comfortably concentrate on work.

"Wow..."

Kang Yoon, who was obsessed with work, heard the small admiration of his secretary. I turned around and the door secretary was glaring at me. Her gaze was moving in succession to the red carpet on the floor, the wooden table of Gangyun, and the amenities of the refrigerator behind her.

"Is it strange?"

"Ah!! It's..."

The secretary at the door was surprised by the sudden question. My face turned red.

"I'm sorry. I'm embarrassed..."

I also looked like a secretary. The secretary bows his head in shame.

Kang Yoon smiled and put down his fan.

"No, I'm surprised I'm on a private plane. It's not something anyone can do."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, it's not a formal place. The door secretary prepares you for work comfortably. There's a lot of work to be done in America."

"Yes, sir."

Kang Yoon turned his eyes back to his laptop. The stewardess placed the car on the table. Kang Yun, who remembered a cup of tea, raised his hand, for example, and raised his pen again.

"You want to use fire sketches, but you don't think Shamuel likes them?" '

Looking at Mark's message, Kang Yoon narrowed down the Army.

'Mark's right.'

The intense choreography of Share's fire sketch will work. Shamur can't know that. You want me to convince him? '

Mark's message was clear. I want to use fire sketches. Convince him. Kang Yun, who introduced fire sketches for the first time at the Jamies Awards, will be able to persuade Shamuel. This was the message.

'I have to go talk to him.'

I read the messages from the staff and cast and wrote down what was needed.

While Kang Yun was working, Moon's assistant was talking to the stewardess.

"People who miss a minute and a second use it a lot. You use a lot of corporate presidents, executives and celebrities."

"Do you also use Korean celebrities?"

"I haven't met any Korean celebrities yet. A few years ago, I was told that the MG had hired a private jet, and I heard it had been disbanded."

"Oh, come on. Planes aren't usually priced..."

"It's about five million won an hour."

"Oh, 500?"

The secretary's mouth snapped open. Five million won an hour goes to the United States, roughly 6,000...!

"That's the minimum cost. This private plane will cost a little more than 10 million won."

"Eek…!! Ji, really?"

The mouth of the door secretary was not easily silenced. Hundreds of thousands at a time to America. At the same time, I felt great. Kang Yoon was a precious guest enough to send him to a private plane.

The private plane flew halfway to the airport.

"Farewell."

A woman came out to meet Kang Yun when she went out to the entrance with a respectful escort from Stewardess.

[Kang Yoon?]

The blonde woman held hands, recognizing Kang Yoon.

Lisa?

[Yes, nice to meet you. Lisa Ashev.]

Kang Yoon remembered the face he saw in his resume. Little red face with blonde hair.

He was a key figure in the planning team whose faces were circled in the group photo, exactly as vice chairman.

After a brief introduction to each other, the group heads to the lodge.

[I didn't think the deputy director would come out personally.]

[Did you know?]

[I saw in the documents you sent me. You even circled the group photo.]

[Oh.]

Lisa had a connection. It worked a lot because Kang Yoon came to know the work beforehand. Thanks to this, I got closer as I talked.

I arrived at my accommodation, which was shared by cast members next to a large gym building used for practice rooms.

[Rest well today. We'll talk more tomorrow.]

[Thank you, Lisa. See you tomorrow.]

After Lisa returned, Kang Yoon unpacked.

"Hee Yun is also a big grandson. There are so many hot peppers in here."

Kang Yoon smiled as he put food in the refrigerator and cupboard. A huge amount of pepper paste and ramen seemed to last a long time.

After unpacking, I took a shower, and I felt a little faint. I looked at the clock, and it was past 11: 00 at night.

"I need to sleep."

I had to sleep for tomorrow, but I couldn't sleep. It was because of the paralysis. I turned on the audio while I was trying to look at a book. As Kang Yun had ordered beforehand, a good speaker was installed in one corner.

- Stop for a second. Look around...

You have friends walking with you--

You're in there, I'm in there...

I connected it to my phone and played Jua's song. The black light made by the notes fills the room. Is it because of the visual effects of black light? Kang Yoon frowned.

'You can't do this.'

Kang Yoon closed his eyes. It was to get away from the line of sight.

It was the song that kept number one on the sound recording site for two weeks after it was released. It meant that it would be white even if it could not be. I couldn't get excited if it was black.

- We're walking together.

- We're together.

Jua's voice rises. The song was heading for the climax. Kang Yoon's closed eyes twitched.

'Clumsy.'

Like before, I did not feel the comfort or warmth of the white light. I opened my eyes slightly. It was black.

- We're together.

Kang Yun repeatedly regenerated the government. Jua's voice echoes throughout the room.

'Hard. Let's try again.'

As he played another song, Kang Yoon tried to feel the song. Kang Yun's practice continued until dawn.

The next day.

With Lisa, Deputy Chief, Kang Yoon went to the practice room.

[Kang Yoon, you're here.]

[Shamur.]

At the center of all the staff and cast, Shamuel welcomed Kang Yun. He grabs Kang-yoon's hand and pulls him towards himself.

[Let me formally introduce you. Lee Kang-yoon. He is the biggest singer-management society director in Korea...]

[Whoa-!]

The elasticity exploded before the horse was finished. Kang Yun also smiled at the big reaction.

[I'm sure Myelona Jeremy knows. You met me at my missus or JMF?]

Kang Yoon saw some familiar faces.

[Master, I didn't think...]

A black woman named Jeremy hugged me and Kang-yoon. A white man named Myelo grabbed my hand and welcomed me. It was nice to see a familiar face again.

[Say hello.]

Kang Yoon stepped forward to the gesture of Shamuel's hand.

[Greetings, I'm Lee Gangyun.]

Kang Yoon stood in front of everyone, taking a short breath. The way I looked at Kang Yun was each other. There were those who were wary, those who expected, and those who did not know what to think.

[Let's create the best show together.]

Everyone clapped a little. The brief introduction is over. Shamur said.

[So let's get started.]

The day began. It was the beginning of my first task.

Kang Yun gathered the planning team first. to keep track of progress. There were five planning team members in a small room on one side of the theater.

[I hear the location is not yet confirmed. Did he say anything else?]

[Yes, he said anywhere is fine.]

Lisa answered Kang Yun's question. The little white man next to me said,

[I've heard from dancers that sometimes they want to perform in Europe. Especially if you want to play again where the big van is visible.]

[It was London on a five-year world tour.]

[What about New York? In Times Square...]

The team members actively exchanged opinions. The main places discussed were Europe and the Americas. Kang Yoon wrote down their stories while taking notes.

'London, Paris, Berlin, New York. Florida. Hmm...'

Okay places, good for mobilizing audiences, good for making a profit.

One thought crossed my mind while I was writing down several places.

'Shamur must be popular in South America. Wait. Have you ever done a concert there?'

I've tried my knowledge, but never concerted in South America. Shamur has always toured Europe and Missouri.

'South America has a huge audience mobilization.'

I climbed Guinness with the most audiences. A continent that loved music that much was South America.

After placing the pan, Kang Yoon put his hand on his chin.

[Why don't you try this concert in South America?]

In unexpected words, the eyes of the entire planning team were filled with awe.

A small, white male immediately expressed an oval.

[South America? How many people will pay for the concert...]

The woman in the glasses, who was talking quietly, saw a word.

[It is not confirmed, but it will not be easy to enter with the equipment you are preparing. I don't think it's desirable for the administrative processes to complicate and disrupt the performance. I'm going to vote against that.]

Kang Yun nodded. It was a reasonable thing to say.

There were two left. A quiet white man with a red beard said,

[I... need to think. It's a continent of possibility, but I never thought about it.]

Lisa narrows it down.

[I'm on hold, too. I think we should start with the Shamur.]

Opposite, hold. The expressions were different, but they were the same. South America is unclear.

Why go to places as uncertain as Europe or the Americas? He said:

[Okay, let's talk to Shamuel and discuss. Let's meet again this afternoon.]

[Yes.]

The meeting lasted about an hour. After the meeting, Kang Yoon headed straight for the rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal with the Shamuel.

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